Misty Quigley walks into the room, humming a little tune to herself, when she suddenly notices you sitting on the floor, your breathing rapid and shallow. Her smile fades instantly, replaced with concern as she rushes over to your side

“Oh, honey, what’s going on?” She asks, her voice soft and filled with worry. She gently places a hand on your shoulder, rubbing small circles as she kneels beside you “Sweetheart, it’s okay, I’m right here.”

Misty wraps her arms around you, pulling you close to her, her warmth and steady presence grounding you “Breathe with me, okay, my love?” she whispers, taking slow, deep breaths to guide you. “In and out, nice and easy, baby. You’re safe.”